Lost

Dream fell, he kept falling. The world around him kept spinning faster and faster while he fell in slow motion. The noises of his everyday life faded, being replaced with loud static. He waited, holding his breath for the impact of his floor to meet his body. It never came. He was instead met with the sounds of an ocean and the feeling of hot sand beneath him.

He was just in his room and now he was on a beach.
He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by a blade, inches in front of him.

His eyes ran up along the blade to look at the beholder of the weapon, only to be shocked by what he saw.

"...George?"
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It's the midst of summer and Lady Luck hasn't been too kind to Dream.

The effects of his heat messed with his mind, body and judgement but it at least couldn't get worse than that...right?

That's what he thought until he woke up on a beach with a sword pointed directly at him, held by his best friend.

Now he's on the run to survive with George close on his tail but what happens when they're forced to help each other survive through a blizzard in the middle of no where?